Remember this is a story like the description says dh.
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In a hurry my feet carry me across the floor through the room.
My fingers grasp at the stacks of papers and throws them to the ground.
I kneel, and light an old match, holding the flame to the countless slices of paper now thrown on the floor.
Slowly they catch. I drop the match and stand.
Around me I watched as my house catches fire.
Slowly I walk to the window, looking downward... I stare for a moment, making out the details of every Aircraft and ship that passed.
I saw bright advertisements for foods that were more chemical than actual edible material.
Drinks that just made you come back for more. They did not hydrate you...
I saw busy streets... No trees. No plants...
I saw concrete and metal buildings.
The fire grows around me, as I stand almost completely still, beggining to face the sky.
At least it was still there... Even if the atmosphere on this planet made it appear Yellow instead of blue.
It saddened me to think that This was the end.
That I would not see those deep red and bright blue clouds that usually filled the bright yellow sky...
That was surely an Alien sight to see.
But one I enjoyed nonetheless.
And one that I would not see again.
The flames burned higher and soon the room filled with thick black smoke.
I turned to face the darkness of the smoke... slowly it filled my view ... And became my reality... My infinite reality.
I was just glad that The papers burned too...
YOU ARE READING
letters assembled.
RandomLife is a journey, One filled with more questions than answers. So whats a meaningless creature like ourself have to gain from it? *This is A story smd.
